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This is the second part of a two-part story. While the first part was intended to be read as a single, stand-alone piece of fiction, this continuation is not intended to be read in isolation. If you're interested please read the first part, which is also on FictionMania, also posted under the name "Alamo Preacher" before reading this. Note that the previous parts ends in the middle of a conversation. Be warned, as well as the usual provisos of reading anything on this site, be aware that this story contains some FemDom elements and some cuckolding themes also. It's not extreme. I usually say that if you rate this kind of fiction on an imaginary "Vickie" scale, with Vickie Tern's typical writing rating between seven and nine "Vickies" then mine normally rates between three and five, but this probably rates a seven. Y.M.M.V. Our hero has revealed his fetish for cross-dressing, and his interest in seeing his ex-pornstar wife Julie with other men. This has lead to a series of events, which have just culminated in her bringing her lover home and having sex with him in front of her husband. She has just briefly left her lover in her own bed, and joined her husband in the spare bedroom where he is sleeping. "The Path Of Least Resistance" Part Two by Alamo Preacher (c) 2000 My whole body shuddered at her words. I was trembling. I couldn't tell if this was from pleasure or horror. Perhaps the distinction was becoming blurred. In any case, I obeyed her unthinkingly as I had learned to. I scooted down and Julie shifted herself so as to more comfortably fit her crotch over my mouth. She maneuvered me under her pussy first and, with a combination of my eager tongue and her gyrations and muscle spasms, she soon voided her reservoir of come into my hungry mouth. When she was empty and I'd licked her clean she moved forwards and bracing herself on her knees, used her hands to spread her butt-cheeks over my mouth. I shoved my tongue up into this tighter hole unsure of what to expect. Julie released her buttocks and I found my lips and nose caught softly in her ass-crack. She paused, hovering for a moment. "Wait for it." She said, carefully, as if concentrating, and suddenly I felt something move inside her and a great glob of come seemed to be released from deep inside her. I was shocked, not only at Julie's amazing internal muscle control but Steve's ability to produce so much come. After a couple of orgasms in a day I would be shooting tiny amounts but he seemed to be able to produce more each time. I felt a little shock at my own willingness to subject myself to this new degradation. As I pressed my face into her ass and slurped from her sphincter, Julie cupped my head with her hands and pulled me into her. She did so tenderly, not roughly. As she did do, she cooed to me. "Aaaaah. Lovely. That's it honey. Get it all out. Mmmmm. Do you like that. Is it good?" I responded by pressing my tongue into her ever more fiercely and sucking hard on her tight hole. She didn't seem to be getting any sexual satisfaction from what I was doing, but I felt she enjoyed it all the same. I tried to do my best for her, wanting her to enjoy being with me. For the first time, I was feeling a new sensation. A real fear that she might lose interest in me. That she would become not only disinterested in me as a man, but as a sexual partner at all. Could that happen? What could I do if she were to stop even using me like this? That was a terrifying thought. It took only a minute or so to remove all but the tiniest traces of come from her anus. I had only begun to enjoy this when Julie lifted herself from me. To my surprise she moved downwards until she lay entirely on me, face to face, and beamed down at me. She kissed me and then moved around me. "Enjoying yourself?" she whispered ever so quietly in my ear. What did she mean? Her whisper had been so quiet, so intimate that I began to doubt everything. Could she be acting still. Was all this real? She didn't wait for an answer, but I found her moving downwards over my body. She moved closer and closer to my ever-hard penis. She gave me a huge smile as she slowly, amazingly, swallowed me into her beautiful mouth. Closing her eyes in pleasure as she took it all the way in, right to my balls. I saw her throat stretch as she let me past her gullet and then swallowed, squeezing me with her gag reflex and the regurgitating me all the way out again. Her eyes never left mine. I was almost too amazed to enjoy this. She may have sensed my confusion. She stopped and whispered. "Can't help myself. I want you so much. Don't let it spoil things, just take it as a time-out and enjoy it." And she went back to sucking me. A 'Time out'? I didn't know whether it spoiled things or not but it certainly shattered the fantasy. My body, strained and tired, was slow to react to my mental realignment and almost without realising I shot my load into Julie's gently sucking mouth. I gasped with the reflex of my orgasm and already Julie was getting up. I wasn't sure if she realised what she'd done, that my understanding of what was going on was shattered.. Before she left she gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "He's asleep." She whispered. "But we'll wake you up in the morning." And with another enigmatic smile she was gone. It was like falling back to earth. She was acting? Still? All this was just to heighten my pleasure. Could this be? Was this better or worse than losing her? I couldn't tell. I rolled over. I was very, very tired. I resolved that I would talk to Julie about how I felt, but for the moment I wouldn't brood. I just needed sleep. Of course, I dreamed, and unsurprisingly, my dream was very strange. It's often been noted that in dreams other people can 'be' someone else without actually being them. The classic 'back in school' dream can feature a mother or father-figure replacing a teacher, but the dreamer 'knows' that this is not the person they appear to be. Indeed the place can be something else, the school might look like a workplace or somewhere else, but in the dream it 'is' the school. In my dream I found myself walking down a long corridor. I think it looked like my old school, but to me, it was a corridor in Julie's old studio building, where she'd told me she'd met her friend the cameraman to borrow the video equipment. I'd never been there, so this was how I imagined it to look. I seemed to be wearing a long, diaphanous white gown, stockings, bra and panties. The whole get-up. I glided effortlessly down the corridor and into a room. A studio. It was a film set. A porn film set. Now, I was lying on a bed, brightly lit from all sides. Beyond the lights seemed to be many people, all watching me, but I was very calm, unconcerned. Steve appeared or someone who looked very like him. He was wearing snug black brief trunks and seemed to be more muscular and tanned than he was in real life. He smiled at me, and a warm feeling suffused my body. I loved him. I wanted him. My hands moved down to my breasts and squeezed them out of the skimpy half-cup bra. Now, he was moving between my legs, spreading me. He was taking the wispy band of lace at the side of my panties in his powerful hands and snapping it effortlessly. He threw the skimpy wisp of fabric away. His briefs were gone, and my eyes were drawn to his gorgeous, erect cock. His body seemed to glow from within. I felt a moan of anticipation escape my pink, pouting lips at the prospect of being fucked by this wonderful being. He smiled again, and then thrust into me. I felt nothing between my legs, but the wonderfully erotic sensations in my head continued. I could see his face moving above me as he thrust mercilessly into me, then it was Julie's face, then Steve's again. I could hear jagged moans, gasping, screaming as if from a distance. I tossed my head from side to side in passion, the moans were louder, more rhythmic. I woke. I could still hear Julie gasping, moaning, now screaming. "Oh Yes! ... Yes! ... Aieeeeaah! ... Ah! ... Ah! ... Ah! ... Ah ... ! Ah!." The headboard rhythmically banging off the wall again. I had a raging hard on. It was only seven thirty in the morning. I lay on my back, listening to my wife get her morning fucking. It seemed to go on, and on, and on. When doubts and negative thoughts squirmed into my mind I ruthlessly fought them back, as I had become increasingly good at doing. Soon, I found my hand straying to my aching cock. In a mad part of my mind, I wondered if they would have to stop if I came, as if their lovemaking was somehow linked to my solitary pleasure. I pumped myself once and then wondered what Julie would say. I'd been kind of given permission to wank the previous evening, but this was the next day. Then I heard Julie's orgasm building. I stopped, and listened to her carefully. She certainly came through on her promise to wake me. She yelled and screamed. Calling out her joy at the wonderful fucking she was getting. He sleep had done her good, she screamed and shouted, swearing and pleading for release, until finally she came, barking and yelping at a higher and higher pitch until finally she was quiet. In the silence that followed, I drifted off to sleep again. I woke perhaps a half an hour later to hear soft voices downstairs. I skipped out of bed and went to the landing. I peered over the banisters and saw Julie saying good-bye to Steve at the front door. They whispered to each other and Julie giggled. She was wearing just a gown. When she kissed him good-bye, she lifted one foot off the ground. I winced, and then scampered back to bed as soon as the front door was closed. I had just scrambled back under the covers when Julie appeared at in the doorway. She clutched her gown closed around her. "Do you want to come to bed?" She asked. She meant our bed. I nodded and got up. I followed her into the bedroom, and got in beside her. Julie closed her eyes. She remained in thought for a moment. "I spoiled it at the end didn't I?" She said at last. In reply I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were puffy and swollen. Red from being roughly kissed. "No, you didn't spoil anything." I said. "Despite everything, I'd really begun to think I'd lost you forever. It was beginning to frighten me." "And how did that feel?" She asked. She was animated. She rolled onto her side, and, propping her head on one hand, looked directly at me. It was like she wanted a review of her performance. "Not good." I said. Now, in the clear light of the new morning, I could consider the events of the previous evening with some detachment. "The thought of being cut off from you was terrible." Julie wrinkled her nose. "I never said that you would be cut off. I think I said that you would be my sissy plaything. And you are." Her words cut me. I tried to concentrate on detachment. "I know. But the feeling of being put aside, out of our bed..." "My bed." Said Julie, matter-of-factly. It struck me that she had invited me to join her here. "...Your bed." I continued. "I didn't like that." "Weeelllll..." Said Julie. She rolled her eyes around, as if I were asking for something ludicrous or impossible. "The point of putting you out of my bedroom, is to humiliate you, to show that I want to be with other men. I realise it may be a bit lonely out there, but I don't see what else I can do. I let you watch. I scream out so you can hear how good it feels when I'm being fucked. We taped it for you to watch later for God's sake. And to top it off, when I was able to get away, I came out to you and let you suck the spunk from me. You're about as involved as it's possible to be without actually being the person making love to me. And that, after all is the whole point, or else it wouldn't be humiliating, would it?" She'd got quite worked up. I was taken aback. Put like this it was easy to see her point. But what had happened to what I had been thinking the previous night? What about the kissing, the talk of 'giving her up'? "But the kissing." I started. "Oh come on, darling." She said, exasperated. "Surely you didn't believe that. Even when I was suggesting it, I thought you'd see right through that. It's so obviously just set up as a barrier to be knocked down. I thought you might even have scoffed at such an obvious ploy. How could I possibly not kiss and be kissed when I'm having sex. It'd be stupid. And anyway, how did you feel when you saw me kissing him?" "Like my heart had been torn out." I said. This was overstating it. In truth I hadn't even noticed or realised it at first. It was only afterwards that I'd remembered. "And?...." Asked Julie. "Well, obviously ... er ..." I trailed off. "Obviously nothing. Come on, what else did you feel?" "I suppose it was kind of exciting." "Kind of exciting? Well, thanks a bunch Mr. Erotic Exploration. You may have forgotten that I was watching you when Steve was fucking me. You looked like you were having a pretty good time to me. You looked like your brains had been stir fried, you were so wound up, and when you came you actually passed out. Kind of fucking exciting? That's all you can say?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Julie, it's just when you said that I'd given you up..." "Yes?" She said. Her angry tirade paused for a second. "Yes? Go on, I remember, I said that. Yes?" "Well, that's what I mean, that I don't want to give you up, to lose you..." Julie closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her beautiful face was transformed by anger for a moment and then it cleared. With her eyes still closed she said. "This is because I blew you. I knew that was a mistake." She opened her eyes, and spoke slowly as if explaining to an imbecile. "Look. Who is lying here in bed with me now? Who is going to spend the rest of the day with me? Who? Who has just buggered off without any breakfast? So don't talk about 'losing me'. We are together now and we'll always be together. I love you, even though you're sometimes so utterly self-centered it amazes me. You HAVE given me up. Like I said last night. To me, you are no longer a man, but my ... my .... Sissy Plaything .... just sums it up so well. You no longer have any right to me or my body, but that's not to say I'll deny you, unless I think you'll enjoy the humiliation of being denied. This is hard work for me. These sexual dramas don't just invent themselves, you know?" She paused, exasperated beyond words for a moment and then continued. "It seems you want it both ways. To have me and not to have me. I realise that it was a mistake to expect you to be able to suspend your fantasy briefly last night. I shouldn't have dropped the illusion, even for a moment, just because I wanted to be nice to you. I won't do that again, no matter what sort of puppy-eyes you throw at me." 'Puppy eyes?' Had she felt sorry for me? Her anger seemed to have worked itself out of her by the end of her speech. Absently, she stroked my face with her free hand. I didn't really understand everything she had said. I would need time to absorb it all, but I realised that I had been selfish, and hypocritical. I wasn't sure how, but mercifully Julie had done my thinking for me. "Don't you remember what you said to me, darling? That first time I spanked you?" "Yes." I said quietly. "And what was it?" I felt my heart pound in my chest. I had to face this. To admit that I was an accomplice in what had happened, and that I was enjoying it. "I said that I wanted you to be with other men. To fuck them." "And that's what I'm doing. You started this, you asked for it. I'm loving it too, don't get me wrong, but I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do. When Steve asked you if he should continue, what did you say?" "I said 'Please fuck my wife Steve.'" "Yes. So don't try to pretend that this is something I'm doing to you. That's just the remains of your male pride trying to hide behind an excuse, and a pretty pathetic excuse at that. 'She made me do it.' I mean, come on, are you really trying to kid yourself with that? Because I can tell you it's never going to wash with me." I just looked at her. She was amazing. She understood everything. I didn't stand a chance. Julie was quiet for another moment, she seemed to be considering something. "I think you need a spanking." She said at last. I cringed. Any chance I had of hanging onto my self-respect would vanish when I was over her knee. I was unable to hide myself when she had me like that. It was like a kind of ultimate truth serum. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slapped her thighs with her hands. "Come on. Don't take forever." She said. I clambered over her lap. She pulled down the pair of panties I'd scrambled into when I got up. "I hope you're not going to start being girlish." She said. "I've always hated that kind of sissy behaviour. Acting up, and being 'bold' deliberately to annoy me, and provoke punishment." I thought I knew what she was referring to, a kind of childishness. "No, No." I said, very conscious of her hand stroking my bare ass. She still hadn't started yet. I squirmed. She patted me gently. "Stop that." She said. "Now, you've been bold, and stupid. You've criticised me, and implied some things about me that aren't true. You seem to have realised that you've done wrong, but I still haven't heard a single word of apology." I only managed to get out an "I'm sor..." before she cut me off with another pat. Harder, but not yet a spank. "Too late!" She shouted. "And not enough. You will be sorry. But there's something else. Something that seems to me to sum up your whole attitude, and this self-centeredness that I don't like in you ,and that you'll have to change." She paused. "Do you know what that is? What I'm referring to?" I didn't, but I wanted to try to please her, to make up for failing her, for failing to apologise to her, for not being worthy of her. "Something I've done or not done?" I asked, falteringly. "Not done. But I'm not going to start playing guessing games with you. I'll tell you what it is, but I want you to remember this. I want you to remember and try to change. Try not to think that the world revolves around you. " Suddenly, I knew what it was. I wanted to tell her, but she kept talking, I didn't want to interrupt her. What she was telling me was important. "I denied myself for you. I made all kinds of arrangements. I persuaded Steve to come here this evening. I got your clothes for you. I made all this happen for you. And what do you say?" "Thank you." I said, very quietly. "Exactly. Not a word of thanks. When I came back upstairs I thought you'd rush out and cover me with praise and gratitude. What do I get? Sulks. Moods. I even suggested to you that I may have made the fantasy less than perfect when I gave you a blow job last night. What do you say? 'Oh no, Julie, it was wonderful. Thank you Julie for all you've done for me, last night was the greatest sex I've ever had in my life'? No. Whinges. That's what you give back to this relationship." She made a mocking voice. "I thought I'd lost you. I was frightened." She returned to her normal voice and continued. "And now I have to drag an apology and thanks out of you with a spanking. Are you really so self-centered? Well? Are you?" Suddenly she spanked me with full force, very hard. "Are you?" I was jolted. I yelped with the shock and pain. "No!" I cried. "I mean, I am, but I'll try not to be." She spanked me again. Hard. "You will." She said. "And you'll consider my feelings more." Another slap. "Yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I will. Oh Julie. Oh please Julie." "Please Julie what? Spank me some more because I love it Julie? Put me in more sissy clothes Julie? Get some more guys round to fuck Julie? What? What is it you want now? You were supposed to be thanking me." I started to cry. She had me so confused, and aroused, and so in love with her. I just wanted her to tell me what to do. What to think. I blubbered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thank you Julie. Thank you." She spanked me a few more times without saying anything. I managed to gather my thoughts as well as I could manage through shock of the slaps and the tears. "Thank you for making last night so wonderful. And thank you for this morning. And thank you for all you do for me Julie. I love you. I'll try not to disappoint you." "That's better. I understand." She said kindly. "Now come for me, baby." She spanked and spanked and with her words I found myself, once again, coming all over her lap as her hand slapped and spanked on my ass. When I had done Julie helped me to my unsteady feet, but instead of guiding me to lap up my mess from her legs, she reached over for the tissues and dabbed the worst of it off herself, and then from me. She grabbed more tissues and, reaching up, wiped away my tears. "There, there honey. No more cross words. I know you'll try to be better. Now you've got to get yourself cleaned up, and a lot of housework to do. Step to it." I smiled at her. She was wonderful. I kissed her on the cheek and went into the bathroom for my shower. I remained in the shower for a while. I tried to get my thoughts in order. What I couldn't stop thinking about was my worry about losing Julie. She'd utterly dismissed these fears in one breath and simply reinforced them in the next. I considered exactly what she'd said. We would remain together, that was clear. She loved me. Well, that wasn't quite so clear, but love never was. I'd leave that aside for the moment. She wouldn't deny me her body - an odd phrase. She said that I no longer had a right to it. What did she mean? I didn't feel I'd ever had any right to her. I wasn't the most feminist-friendly man in the world, but I'd never considered that I 'owned' Julie. That was a puzzler. She'd often said, 'I'm yours.' Especially during sex, but these were just words to me. I thought back. Her words of lust-crazed passion when Steve was fucking her came back to me. Actually, they were cauterized into my brain. "Take me." She'd said. "I'm yours Steve." How was this not losing her? In fact, she had said it quite explicitly - 'You HAVE given me up.' I was no longer a man to her, just her sissy plaything. This hurt. It hurt deep, a painful, aching, sick feeling. Then why was I not stopping it? Because I liked it. I'd always known this. I'd fantasised about these scenarios before I'd even met Julie. But it was one thing to imagine these games and get a thrill from it, and quite another to actually experience it. A roller-coaster was fantasy. Diving and swooping, pretending to smash you to the earth or fling you into the air but actually running on predetermined rail, cocooning you in safety. Was this a roller-coaster or a doomed flight that I had joined? I could stop all this yet. I could walk out of the shower, say I'd been wrong, that this wasn't what I wanted, that I didn't want to go on with it. Would she let me, us, go back? Could we? If I was honest with myself I had to admit that yes, it was possible. This wasn't out of control. I could yet rein it all in. But I didn't want to, and neither did Julie. Living this for real was fantastic and I wanted it to go on in spite of my fears. Because of them, there were elements of fantasy involved - what Julie called the 'illusion', but this was living out a fantasy, making it real. It wasn't a game once we started playing. I decided that I'd just hold on for dear life and let it take me where it would. I heard movement in the bathroom. I could just see Julie's naked form though the wet, translucent shower curtain. "I hope you're not touching yourself in there." She sang out. I wasn't, but I did have a hard-on. "....Eh no, no I'm not." I said, a little uncertainly. Julie whipped back the curtain. Her eyes lit up when she saw my erection. "Oh, aren't you now?" She said gleefully. "Then what has you so excited in here? Are you replaying things in your mind?" She stepped into the shower with me. She cupped my balls with one, cool hand and put her other hand around the back of my head. She leaned in close. It was fabulously intimate. "Well? What are you thinking about?" She asked again. Rolling the words around her mouth sensuously. She wanted to know. I had not only lost the ability to lie to her, even the idea of it seemed to have deserted me. "I was thinking about what you said, about losing you, and giving you up. I think you made a distinction between the two, but I'm not sure that I understand what it is." She regarded me evenly. She wasn't irritated by my words as I'd feared she might be, she just nodded. "And what else?" She said. Her fingers were kneading the back of my skull just above the hairline, her other hand, was just gently cupping and ever so gently fondling my sac. The spray of water from the shower fell between us, onto her breasts, where it turned into rivulets which snaked over their soft contours, tracing their outline, before racing on and downwards. "I was wondering if we could stop this now." I paused, and then added. "I thought yes, but I don't want to." She smiled at me. A long, happy smile. I felt her hand close snugly around me. She closed her eyes and then did a very odd thing. She laid her head sideways onto my chest, and just lay there, the water spilling onto her cheek. Her fingers still rubbed slowly on the back of my head, into my hair, making an odd scratching sound inside my head. For a minute there was no sound that I could hear, save that, and the water pummelling our skin. It was a strange moment, but I felt very close to her, possibly closer than I ever had. All the while, that contented smile remained on her face. Eventually she spoke, but she didn't move. "I love you." She said. "I know. I say it all the time, but I really do. There's no-one in the whole world that I'd rather be with right now, or ever." She sighed, and shifted her feet a little. "Yes, we could stop, but I don't want to either. I know you don't." Her hand moved from my scrotum to the shaft of my penis, and she stroked me, very, very slowly. She lifted her head and looked up at me. With no shoes, I was maybe seven inches taller than she, but even now, she seemed so much bigger than me. "What is the difference between giving me up and losing me? It's simple. You give me up of your own free will. Losing is passive. You've given, not lost." Everything seemed simple when she explained it. I tried to add something to the conversation to show I wasn't totally lost. "And it's more blessed to give than to receive, I suppose." Julie giggled. "Yes." She pumped me again, and her other hand released my head and moved to my ass crack. She leaned back from me, letting her breasts swing. "Now who's going to give whom what in the shower?" She laughed again, and then moved to her knees. When I was close to coming she released me again, and presented her rear to me. We moved together under the warm stream for a while, coupling gently, slowly, and then she turned, reached up and put her arms around me, letting me lift her onto me, with her legs wrapped around my waist and my thighs, her heels dug into my legs. "Not against the wall, just use your arms." She whispered fiercely. I shafted her gently but deeply, lifting her and letting her rise as far as she could, before impaling her again. Julie gripped me fiercely, and bit at my neck, my lips, ears, anything she could reach. Soon I could feel her tense further and I increased the rhythm ever so slightly, letting her bounce against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh Christ." She said suddenly. "I need you so much." Her face was contorted with pleasure and terrible concentration. "Don't let me fall." And she was coming, her pussy spasming and contracting around me as I pushed myself into her as hard as I could and she threatened to choke the life out of me with her arms around my neck, her teeth clamped shut, and her breath whistling though her pursed lips into my ear. She shuddered and gasped, and I had the presence of mind to step gingerly out of the shower, with her still wrapped tightly around me. I managed to grab towels, and made it to the bed before she began to slip from my grasp. She rolled onto her back on the bed and I wrapped the towels around her. "Aaaaah." She said at last, and opened her eyes again. I smiled at her and began to towel her off. Gently, reverently. She moved her hand to my wet hair and flicked it out of my eyes. "Happy?" She asked. I just smiled. Later, after we'd got dressed and I'd made progress on the housework, we went out to eat and then to a movie. When we got back we were tired. Julie suggested we go to bed early. While I undressed, I wondered what to wear. Julie guessed what I was thinking and produced a set of black satin pyjamas that she hadn't worn in a long time. She put them into my hands without a word, but with a soft smile. I slipped into them. They were cool and comfortable. I slid between the sheets beside her. There was either too much to talk about or maybe there was nothing to say, but we just lay there together in silence for a time. I was content, and happy. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt Julie move closer to me. She nuzzled me, and I felt her move slightly over my chest, one breast pressed against me. "Are you drifting off?" She asked. "Maybe, a little." I replied sleepily. "I need you." She said. "I'm sorry, but I've got to have you inside me again. Just lie back." It wasn't necessary, but she moved down under the covers, and, pulling down the pyjamas, sucked me to even more hardness. I was sore, but she was gentle, and after a moment she moved back up, and shucking off her panties, matter-of-factly mounted me and sank back with a sigh. When she was comfortable, she rocked forward and took my hands in hers. She pinned me to the bed and began to rock and bounce on me slowly and deliberately. "I just can't help it." She said. "I need it so." I didn't mind of course. I loved this. "It's okay." I whispered, but I'm not sure she heard me. She was more insistent now. She was bringing herself off as fast as she could. Her breasts swayed above me, but I couldn't reach them. I lay back and let her dictate her own pace. She slowed and almost stopped a couple of times but each time she restarted her rocking with renewed vigour, and began to make small whining sounds in her throat. Eventually, with a sob, she began to come, and she rocked frantically on me, wrenching her pubic bone against me roughly. I let this be the cue to stop holding back my own orgasm, and as she neared the end of her minute-long, rasping, clenching spasm I shot silently and powerfully up into her, my aching balls protesting painfully as I did so. At last she was done, and she rolled off me, kissing me wetly on the lips and cheek. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and was asleep in a few seconds. I lay awake for a time, listening to her breathe and wondering if she too had changed. Over the following weeks we seemed to recover and take a break from the emotional ride we'd been on. We didn't talk much, and often just sat quietly together. One evening in particular, I came home to find her curled up on the settee with a book. I fetched her a glass of wine and then sat down beside her. I reached over and took her hand in mine. She smiled at me. "You okay?" She asked. I nodded, and we remained like that for the rest of the evening. I wondered if we'd felt this much love for each other before we started on out sexual adventure. It was the same sort of loving calm that we'd had in the weeks after she'd first dressed me and spanked me too. There were differences though. For one, Julie's sex drive seemed to be in a higher gear than usual. She always initiated sex and she wanted it at least three times a day. She would mount me in the morning, before she left for work and often would attack me when she got home in the evening too, almost running into the house, and tearing her clothes off as she ran. She would pin me to the floor or drag me upstairs, sometimes apologizing for her lust as she did so, though of course, I didn't mind. In the evenings we would play games. She would produce clothes for me, or the strap-on, or sometimes just talk. She was a font of ideas and adventure, and I followed where she lead. It was wonderful, but physically draining. Emotionally, we were recharging, I was getting myself readjusted to the new dynamic in our relationship and Julie was - I suspected - plotting her next campaign. I suppose, looking back on it, that this was the beginning of the end for our existing relationship. These weeks, while wonderfully pleasant still had the feeling of being a prelude to something else, something important, even final. When it came, it came, not unexpectedly, from Julie. "Darling?" she asked one morning over breakfast, "Do you ever think about changing your job?" I had been thinking about it only recently. I longed to do something different but I didn't know what. In fact, Julie wasn't actually interested in what I was thinking, it had been a rhetorical question. Before I could answer she said. "I'm thinking about it. In fact I have decided to do it." She said this in such a way that I thought she might have decided it just there and then. I raised an eyebrow. She looked at me tenderly, and reached over to hold my hand. She smiled. "I love you. I know you'll support me in whatever I decide to do." She smiled again. I just smiled back. I loved her. She didn't explain there and then what she was going to do or when she was going to do it, and I didn't push her. I suspected that her plans were half-formed at best. I expected she would tell me what she was going to do in due course. In the meantime, she continued to see Steve occasionally. Sometimes she'd stay out late and they'd come back and fuck on the settee while I watched. Other times she would invite him over, make a meal for him and tape their lovemaking in our bedroom. These occasions still twisted me in much the same way as the first time. In a way it was easier to accept that it was happening, less frightening, but it never felt any different once they were fucking. I found it just as exciting, just as shocking, just as delicious. Steve got cockier and cockier on these occasions, which I began to resent, and then suddenly she dropped him. It must have been two months since that time she'd gone to the Motel with him. She announced this on a Friday evening when she came home from work. "I've finished with Steve, and I've finished with that job." She said when she got home. I didn't know which to be more surprised at. The fact that she hated the job had been forewarned, but I'd thought she'd have found something new before resigning. Dropping Steve was a surprise, but I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. Julie had flopped down on the settee as usual when she came home from work, and I was just taking her shoes off her feet when she made this announcement. I took her stockinged feet in my hands and gently massaged them as she'd taught me. "What are you going to do now?" I asked. I meant about her job. We would have to make some changes if she was going to be unemployed, if even for a while. Julie however took me as meaning Steve. "Ah. That's nice." She said, hitching up her skirt. "Don't worry, I'll bring another lover home soon." She pulled down her pantyhose and panties in one move and flicked them across the room. She sat down again and I resumed my rubbing. She left her skirt hitched up, and placed her other foot on my shoulder while I massaged the first. As I rubbed I wondered it I really would miss her cuckolding and humiliating me if she stopped. I supposed I would in a way, nothing was quite as exciting to me as seeing or hearing her have sex with other men. In her films, in the home movies, on the phone, in the next room, but especially in real life, right in front of me. Julie was smiling at me again, as if she could tell what I was thinking. "Aren't you going to ask me what I'm going to do?" She asked. "Do you want to guess?" She was so pleased with herself that I knew instantly. With a burst of light the inspiration exploded in my head like a firework.. "Films." I said. "You're going to return to making films." She was pleased with me. She laughed and clapped her hands with delight. "You're so clever." She cooed. "And guess what else?" She slid forward on the seat and took my face in her hands, her legs spread wide in front of me. I slowly shook my head, I had no idea what else she was referring to. "You're going to film me." She said, triumphantly. "I am?" "Yes. It's perfect. You said you wanted to do something different. You're perfect. You're a photographer, you can make films. You know better than anybody what I'll want to achieve on film and I love you. It's perfect." "Right." I said uncertainly. I could use a cine camera or a video camera, and it was true, I probably could make films, even good films. But there was a lot more to actually making a film than just making a film. She could see the uncertainty in my face. "Don't worry. I want you to direct and film, but this will be a joint effort. I've learned a lot about making films over the years. I'll show you what to do at first, and you can teach me what looks good on camera. It'll be fun." "But Julie, that's not what I'm worried about. Films cost money, and they need distribution, backing, marketing, all that. Who will produce?" "Oh. I've already arranged that. When I phoned up my old producer Al. and told him that I was thinking of going back into films he said that he'd back me one hundred percent, and when I told him the kind of films that I was thinking of making, he was even more keen to get involved. My old back catalogue had made a lot of money over the years, and he says the time is just right for my comeback." She grinned again. She was so pleased with this idea. Maybe it could work. But what would it mean for me? She was looking at me expectantly, hopefully. What could I say? "I'll back you one hundred percent too, honey." I said. She beamed at me and kissed me, and let me go back to my massaging of her feet. As usual, there were questions to be answered, in particular, what kind of films? Julie didn't let me know all the details of what this new career move would involve immediately. I was told what I needed to know. In the meantime, Julie was working out her six week notice in her office job. In the evening Julie worked on a script for the first film. She didn't show it to me, but while she typed she would occasionally ask me questions. Was this piece of dialogue believable? Did this scene sound sexy? That kind of thing. From this I could tell that the storyline was to be largely autobiographical. I worried about this, but Julie had already made it clear that she didn't expect or want me to act. All the same, I wondered about how much of our lives was going to be immortalised on celluloid. Al, her old producer called round to discuss the film. He was almost a caricature of a sleazy porn film maker, overweight, bald, sweating profusely and totally crass. I liked him. He clearly had a lot of respect for Julie, and was putting a lot of money on the line to make this film. He was getting finance together and booking studio time, makeup people, lighting people and all the other stuff necessary to make an adult feature. His hulking presence in our kitchen made the whole project terrifyingly real. It came home to me, that we were putting our careers o the line for this. I would not work for four months while we filmed and edited and Julie's last paycheck would arrive next week. If it all went wrong, we would be in serious trouble. Still, Al believed in it and Julie was totally committed. They talked long into the evening, and while I listened in, I wasn't really included. One evening Al glanced at me. "Do you think this guy is going to be able to hold a camera while you're balling Julie?" He asked. Al regularly used words like 'balling' without even a trace of irony. "Of course." Said Julie with a frown. "My husband's a wonderful photographer, and he's studied film. He'll learn fast I'm sure. I wouldn't suggest him as co-director and chief cameraman otherwise." Al waved away her protests. "That's not what I'm talkin' about, honey. I'm sure he'll be great, I've seen the stuff he's done. What I mean is, will he be able to take it, when you're makin' it?" Julie laughed. "Oh Al! You're priceless. Sure. Of course. My husband's seem me fuck loads of times, and I don't mean on film." Al raised an eyebrow to me. "Oh I see. It's like that is it?" He asked. "I'd wondered about you settlin' down Julie. I thought, no way are you going to be happy with just one guy. I might have known you'd find someone who'd, eh, accommodate you." He said, suggestively. Julie just laughed again. My ears burned. "Hey, don't get embarrassed kid." Said Al when he saw my expression. "I've seen shit that would make your hair stand on end and dance the hokey-cokey. A guy who lets his wife fuck around registers a big zero on my shock-o-meter. And anyway, you ain't got nothin' to be ashamed or worried about. I've known Julie for years and I ain't ever seen her in love till now. And I ain't ever seen her so happy 'neither." He slapped me on the back. "So how come you two didn't invite me to the weddin' huh?" He added with a laugh. I liked Al all the more for this. I noticed Julie was actually blushing at his words, something I hadn't seen in a very long time. When he'd gone she hugged me. "I love you, honey." She said. "Wanna do it like Mom and Pop?". I kissed her. We made love like we used to very occasionally. It was wonderful for the change. As we moved together I began to feel that the whole film business was going to be okay, that it could even be fun, as Julie had said. Of course, I was only half wrong, as usual. The weeks went by. I studied camera-work. I read up on directing and made some short practice films. I liked it. Julie's script was nearing completion. She still wouldn't show it to me, but she asked for my opinion less and less. It seemed she was polishing it until she was completely happy. Then, one day, as she sat typing and I reviewed film, she announced that she wanted to have party. "What kind of a party?" I asked. "A special party." Said Julie, still typing. "A leaving party for work. I've been in that job for four years, I've made a lot of friends. This Friday will be my last day there and it's usual to go out for a few drinks, but I'd like to bring some of my friends back here, afterwards, if that's okay with you?" "Sure honey." I said. "So, could you fix some drinks and some nibbles and stuff." She asked. "Sure honey. How many people are we talking about?" "Oh just five or six. Not an orgy." Said Julie, offhandedly. "And darling. Don't wear a dress, it'd freak some of them out." I laughed, kind of mirthlessly at the idea, and we went back to out respective tasks. And so, a few days later, I was mixing some drinks and putting out plates of little sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres, and wondering what time Julie and her colleagues would get here. I was dressed casually, but I was wearing a pair of black nylon panties under my trousers as usual. Nothing that would show. Julie has said to expect them about eight, when the rest of her work colleagues would have left the pub they were going to. I'd never met any of her colleagues before, except Steve, so I'd no idea what to expect. Julie had never spoken much about her workplace or the other people there. I knew practically nothing about it, or anyone who worked there. Around a quarter to eight, earlier than I'd expected the doorbell rang and suddenly they all piled in, laughing. Julie arrived in the kitchen at the head of a conga-line of six men. I was slightly surprised that there were no women with her, as I would have thought that Julie's workplace was at least fifty percent staffed by women. The guys were all in their thirties or late twenties and all looked like pretty average Joes. Julie introduced Frank, Adam, Edwin, Darren, Graham and Brian. They all said hello, and accepted offered sausage rolls and glasses. Julie helped me to pour drinks and after a minute or so, the little group spread into the lounge and outside to the patio. They weren't as drunk as they'd seemed when they'd arrived, but I poured a large drink into myself to catch up and followed the group out of the kitchen. Next door, things were going okay, I poured a couple more drinks and chatted a little with the guys. I left them in the living room, Julie was having a great time. Brian was looking through our records to find something a bit more up-tempo that they could dance to. Adam was eyeing Julie hungrily, but she seemed oblivious, just chatting away with Graham about their office. I went into the garden. Darren and Edwin were talking animatedly about some sporting event, which seemed to be of no interest to Frank. He was relieved to see me, especially since I was bringing the jug. "Quick, give me a top-up before these two get a go." He said. He was only half-joking, as the other two polished off their drinks as soon as they realised what I had. I poured them all generous measures. Frank chatted about our house for a while, the usual bullshit - how much did it cost, how long were we here - then he mentioned my portraits in the hallway and the lounge. I had a series of portraits, mostly of models. They were shots I was particularly proud of. Actually I rotated what I hung on the wall fairly regularly. "They're great. I think I'd forgotten that Julie said you were a photographer. Have you ever taken photographs of her?" This seemed like a dumb question. "Eh, yeah. Of course, I've taken thousands probably." I said, nonplussed. Frank seemed slightly embarrassed. "Er, no I mean like, professional photographs?" He said. "Professional?" "Yes, you know, like for her work, her old line, or new line now I suppose." I was stunned. He meant nude photography. I hadn't suspected that he, or anyone at Julie's work knew what she used to do, or that she was thinking of returning to it. He also seemed to think that it was acceptable to talk about it with me. I was alarmed. I took him aside from Darren and Edwin, who were still engrossed in discussion of compound fractures and averages. "Line of work? Do you mean films?" I asked. I still hoped I was leaping to conclusions. "Yes, adult films. Have you done any photos of Julie for magazine's?" He said. I shook my head. "No." I said, very quietly, almost a whisper. Frank glanced over at the other two. "Don't worry about them, they know Julie. Heck, she wouldn't have invited them if she didn't know them. I'm only asking because I'd really like to see any photo work she'd done. Hey Darren! Julie's husband says she's never done any magazines." He yelled. He turned back to me. "Darren did an Internet search once, but couldn't find anything." He paused. "Except links to places selling her films. Hey, you must have a complete collection. I'd appreciate you showing me. I'm sure I'm missing some titles." This was nuts. I took a long slurp from my drink. It was about to get worse. Darren and Edwin's sport conversation having been interrupted, they now turned their attention to our conversation about my wife. Edwin frowned. "That's not right. She's done loads of magazine work. You just have to know where to look. I've got a half dozen or so from five years ago or so. She says there's others but they're not good quality. He turned to me. "Why did you say she never did any magazines? Oh wait man, I'm sorry, didn't you know? You look fuckin' shocked." Frank spoke up quickly. "Wait a minute Ed.. Actually, he didn't say that, it was just that he never took any photos of her for magazines. Sorry, that's right, right?" He turned to me. "That's right." I said, still a little woozy from absorbing this new revelation. "Not for magazines." I tried to look nonchalant about the whole thing.. I didn't want them to think that this was news to me. Obviously I had known about magazine spreads she'd done, just not that they would know. Had she discussed this with them? Darren looked eager for some reason. "Not for magazines." He said with emphasis, a stupid grin all over his goofy face. The other two looked at him. He gave them a nod, and said again. "Not for magazines." Recognition dawned on them simultaneously, but not on me. Frank helped me out, speaking as if apologizing for his uncouth friend. "Darren reckons you've probably taken pictures, but - not for publication." He said "Not for publication" with parenthetic emphasis. As the import of what he was saying filtered into my brain Darren began nodding vigorously. "Like, you know, they're probably private and all, but we've all seen Julie naked before and all, so it wouldn't really matter if we saw more - would it?" This was so outrageous that I could hardly speak, I was just summoning up the words to express to Darren what I thought of his suggestion when Brian leaned out of the patio doors and said. "Hey come on in, Julie's putting on a show with Graham and Ad." He nodded at us all and went back in. "Wooohoo!" Whooped Darren and dashed for the door. Frank and Edwin made 'After you' motions to me, but they were clearly keen to go inside too. A show? Indeed, a show. When I got to the door, she had already shed her skirt and blouse and was peeling down the bra-cups on the bustier she was wearing. She was dancing, slowly, and beckoned to us in the doorway to come in and spread out. She didn't acknowledge me in particular in this gesture, nor did she seem to ignore me either. I was just one of the guys. Any illusions about where this was going that I might have thought of harboring were shattered when I realised that Adam and Graham were already naked from the waist down. Adam peeled off his tee-shirt. He had a well defined chest and strong arms. He wasn't quite erect, but getting there. He stood to take off the tee, and as he pulled it over his head, Julie put her arms around him, and danced sexily around him, pulling him away from his chair, and onto the open space in the middle with her. When they saw this the others cried out "Wooooh". They were all so casual about this! Frank was sipping on his drink like this was no big deal at all. He saw me looking at him. "You are one lucky fuckin' guy."He said conspiratorially. He leaned in close. "My wife gives head like she's chewing lemons, Julie's has got to be the best in the world." He leaned back, took another sip on his drink and gave me a big wink. There was no hint of irony or mocking in his voice. It was like he'd just complimented me on my wife's cooking rather than her ability to give blow jobs. How long had Julie worked in that place? I'd never heard of Frank before this evening, but he behaved like he knew me. Which he did. Through my wife. Julie's dancing with Adam had now lost any pretense of actual dancing. He was behind her and his cock was clearly making headway on it's plan to get into her from behind. Julie was still wearing her platforms, and seemed to be titillating Adam and the rest of the guys by just pulling her thong panties aside a little and then back again. Enough for us at the front to just see her thin line of hair, but seemingly not enough for Adam to get past. He had his hands on her hips. In a few seconds he would be in her. I could yet stop this. Then I noticed Graham had also lost his boxers. He was erect too, sitting on the settee just in front of the two of them. Julie's eyes were fixed on his cock. She pulled her hair aside and put it on one side, behind her ear. She licked her lips and at the same time, bumped Adam back a bit away from her. In one quick movement she whipped off the thong and, knelt onto the floor, spreading her legs as she did so. She gave Adam a quick look of encouragement over her shoulder and then was straight onto Graham's cock, gobbling it down like she couldn't wait. The other three gave a hushed "Ooooh" as she took him all the way into her throat. Adam was quickly on his knees and with a couple of quick thrusts was inside her. We saw each hard push etch itself clearly on Julie's face as she bucked forward, her stockinged knees slipping on the floor, but still keeping Graham in her mouth. The second that Adam was in her, the other three simultaneously went "Aaaah" and then all laughed together. This was a shared joke, the ooh and Aaaah. Mouth and pussy. Front and rear. This was not the first time they'd seen this. She'd done this before. Who hadn't fucked her? Darren had overheard Frank's comment about Julie's head-giving abilities. "Man, yeah. The thing about Julie is, she really enjoys getting her mouth around a cock. I mean, look at her with Graham there. That's what makes the difference, man. The way she moans and the way she smiles at you while she's sucking you. I mean, I used to worry that I'd hurt her throat the way I'd ram it into her mouth but she'd just smile, as if to say 'Bring it on!'" Frank and Darren both laughed at this, as if it was a catch-phrase, and sure enough, the others joined in. "Bring it on" they all yelled idiotically and I saw Graham savagely thrust his engorged cock into my wife's eager mouth, ramming his cock into her throat. He put his hands on the top of her head and began to fuck her mouth, almost as vigorously as Adam was ramming her pussy from behind. She spread her legs wider for Adam, as he speeded his pace, bucking her off the floor with each stroke and she braced herself with her hands on the settee on either side of Adam, letting him fuck her head, the movement of her body from the pummelling from the rear adding to the action on his cock. It was an incredible sight. I realised Darren was nudging me in the ribs. "We weren't sure if you were going to be joining us." He said. The others were looking at me curiously also. I shook my head in complete puzzlement. For the first time, Darren seemed almost embarrassed. "I mean, Julie's always said you were cool, but she also says she doesn't let you fuck her. But then, when she was arranging this evening she said it'd be a free- for-all so now we don't know if that includes you or not?" I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. "What we're wondering is..." Darren looked around to the expectant faces of Frank and Edwin. "...is are you going to be joining us, and if so ... do you want to go next? She is your wife after all." I looked back to the settee where Adam was now furiously humping my wife like a bitch in the street and Graham was sliding her head up and down the shaft of his penis. "You know, we have to keep the action going, and well, do you want a go, because if so, now's the time." Said Frank, helpfully. "Get your kit off and ready for her, Adam and Graham won't be long now." He indicated the mounting activity in front of us. Julie was making little screaming noises inside her, though her mouth was blocked by cock. Adam and Graham's eyes were screwed shut in anticipation of their impending orgasms. Frank nodded helpfully. "I'll go with you." He said and started to take his trousers off. In a daze I followed suit. As I lowered my trousers I realised that I was wearing panties. Despite everything I didn't want these guys to know I was a sissy, so I pulled them off with my jeans and dumped them inside them. As we moved to the settee Frank said. "If you don't mind, I'll fuck her in the ass. I hate sloppy seconds." And he moved around behind Adam, who was now, mouthing obscenities as he pumped himself into Julie's pussy. "Oh fuck, yes." He said. "Oh yes, take it you bitch. You fucking bitch." And he spasmed and jerked his come into her. Beside me on the settee, Graham was also close to the end. He glanced at me through hooded eyes just before Julie moved her hands to the base of his cock and sucked and pulled him off, expertly shooting his come onto her face and into her mouth. "Oh yeah, baby." She said as Graham's spunk shot all over her lovely face. "Bring it on!" And I heard the chorus of shouts and catcalls from around the room. "Bring it on!" Then, like a dance, Adam pulled himself from her, and Frank took his place. She looked around and smiled at Frank. He pulled apart her ass-cheeks and she helped guide him in with one hand. Graham rose from the settee and I scooted into his place, but when Frank got the head of his cock into her ass and began pushing in deeper. Julie just moved her hands to my knees, and instead of moving forward to suck me, she just laughed, the come dripping down her face. "Do you think you're going to get to join in?" She asked, as if this was the most ridiculous idea in the world. She laughed out loud. "Oh, no honey! I don't think so." And she laughed again. I could tell she was catching someone's eye over my shoulder, behind me. Something was passing between them. All the while, Frank was working himself into her ass, and Julie was pushing herself back against my knees, as he fought to push himself deep into her with each thrust . She winced with each painful assault on her sphincter but kept smiling at me all the while. Her tongue swirled around her lips, scooping the clinging come into her mouth. I was painfully aware of the eyes of the other guys in the room on me. Frank caught my eye over Julie's shoulder. I looked away, and found myself looking at Adam, as he tucked his cock back into his boxers with a satisfied smile on his face. He gave me a contemptuous sneer and in panic, I looked back at my smiling wife. "Why would I let you fuck me, when I've got the boys round?" She cried delightedly, and pushed herself off my knees and back against Frank who finally buried his cock deep into her ass and gasped out loud. Julie rocked back on her haunches and, reaching behind her, put her arms around Frank's neck and held on, displaying herself to the room. Someone, Darren, had come around the settee and was approaching them from the front. My neck and cheeks burned with shame. "That's it boys, double time." Said Julie. Darren was hunching down, he looked around at Adam and Graham who were still recovering. He seemed to want help. Julie called to me over Darren's shoulder as he knelt in front of her. "Hey hubby, give me a hand here. I need help getting Darren into my pussy." Dazed, I moved forward, my rock hard cock flopping uselessly about. I put my hand on it to stop it wobbling so ridiculously. Julie noticed. "Hey Edwin, honey." She called. "Toss my husband his panties. He's hidden them in his jeans over there." I hung my head and cringed. Edwin actually brought them over to me. He was frowning at the skimpy panties, but he handed them to me without a word. I took them and slipped them on. Everyone seemed to be watching me. Adam and Graham were sitting on the other side of the room, smirking as they watched me put on my panties while Frank fucked my wife's asshole right in front of me. Darren was just kneeing impatiently beside me, with a massive erection. I was sure they didn't need my help to get Darren into Julie but she wanted it this way. She knew that actually helping another man to penetrate her would be even more humiliating, and she was right, of course. At last I had the panties on, and I moved forward, Frank stopped his thrusting and Darren moved in. As I reached forward to help lift Julie up onto his cock, he caught my eye and gave me a sympathetic look. It was just a fraction of a second but the look of pity twisted the knife of humiliation just that little bit further. "That's it honey, get Darren into my pussy." Purred Julie. Darren himself didn't seem to care about how he got to fuck her, just that it happened soon, he caught her under her thighs with his hands and lifted, and with me lifting her ass and Frank holding from behind, we slid her up Franks cock, still wedged into her asshole and then lowered her gently so that her pussy rested over Darren's as well. "Guide me with your hand baby." Said Julie and I reached down and opened her lips, letting them encircle the end of Darren's cock, and then he suddenly thrust deeply into her, sliding all the way home with a savage push. She was already so wet and loose from the pervious fucking that his cock found almost no friction, save for Julie's spasming muscles. "Oh fuck!" She gasped and her eyes rolled back into her head. Darren and Frank immediately began to pump her as hard as they could, and Julie bounced between them, grasping at their shoulders and letting short, strangled gasps and little screams escape out of her throat as they fucked her mercilessly, ass and pussy at the same time. I fell back against the settee, transfixed, and I dimly saw Edwin move over to the side of the trio, his cock in his hand. As soon as he was within reach, Julie grabbed hold of him and guided him into her mouth. She threw one arm around Darren's neck to brace herself and held the base of Edwin's cock with her free hand as she jolted with each thrust into her. Even from the awkward, flailing position, she still managed to expertly suck Edwin into her throat and move er mouth up and down, gobbling his cock into her. Soon they had found their rhythm and Darren and Frank caught hold of Julie, Darren catching her under her arms and Frank held her by her shoulders. They pounded her savagely. Frank in particular began to fuck her ass as hard as he could, his face twisted in concentration and straining effort, each brutal thrust bouncing my wife's body into the air and then back again as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass. Each painful penetration and withdrawal was etched in savage pleasure on Julie's face. Her eyes were wrinkled shut and flying open wide alternately as the white hot waves of pain and pleasure emanated from her cunt and ass. Unable to keep it up, she released Edwin's cock from her mouth and pumped him with one hand. She threw back her head and yelled out her wonderful pleasure at how her lovers were pleasuring her. "Oh Yes. Oh Yes. Oh do me good boys. Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me! Take me Frank, Oh I love you in my ass. Oh I love it. Oh Darren, Yeah! Come for me, come for me, come for me." I realised Darren was spasming and shooting into her. His hands gripped the soft flesh under her arms as he twisted his come into her, bucking her upwards, and back onto Frank. "Mmmmmm." Julie was biting her lip and letting a low, strangled scream build inside her. Suddenly her pumping hand speeded up furiously and Edwin came all over her hair and her face. Darren scooted back to avoid the jetting stream of fluid and let Julie flop forward onto her hands and knees, leaving Frank to finish her. Her sub-vocal scream built faster and louder as Frank, no longer impeded by the efforts of the other two, was free to put her on all fours and fuck her asshole like he wanted to. "Take it, take it. This is what you want, isn't it?" He was grunting as he slammed into her. Julie's come-spattered face was red and with exertion and sheened with sweat, but she was still building towards a terrible orgasm. "Yes!" Her voice burst forth, hoarse with lust and abandon. "Fuck me Frank. Fuck my ass. Come in me. Come in me! Come in me now! Oh Gggghhaa" He voice became a strangled gasp as his thrusts became short, pumping spasms and he buried his seed deep into her and Julie found her voice again as her orgasm peaked and she screamed a guttural, animal noise of pure pleasure until she could only suck ragged gasps of breath into her throat, and she subsided, spent and glorious onto our living room floor. I r